Ghetto Gospel Songtext
G Shit, coming from where niggas don't see shit
No Peace treaty believe me some real street shit
Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P shit
Still got bitches that hoein that's on me pimp
Street light, thugging in the same place as last night
But we ain't never trip on no mama as long as the cash right
You ain't really want no problems we do it on site
Hop out the homies be with it don't take this shit light
Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights
Rental car drop it in Vegas and take a cheap flight
No Peace treaty believe me some real street shit
Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P shit
Still got bitches that hoein that's on me pimp
Street light, thugging in the same place as last night
But we ain't never trip on no mama as long as the cash right
You ain't really want no problems we do it on site
Hop out the homies be with it don't take this shit light
Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights
Rental car drop it in Vegas and take a cheap flight
Uber right up to the airport and cop a red eye
A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right
Still the same nigga from the westside
Where I can say I really done did it where the best died
P ? greet me when I land real gang ties
Ghetto gospel the hood love the ?
Now the bitch was stealing rollies
Trying to bring them to the homies
She was dangerous out roaming
I was on the porch smoking
Eyes partially opened but your dog super focused
Jet life rolling with the dopest on some coast to coast shit
I know woopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over
Dollar signs what it's about on the rotor
I ? these whole hundred thousand Rolex
My dickies show two buttons on the top
I got four switches in my rag top
Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out
Cough up a lung ? is where I'm from I gotta eat every motherfucking crumb
I gotta get what I come for
Look what I done but i know I can do much more
Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score
? break that fucking dashboard
Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters
In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa
I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded
First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California
Upon landing, the bad bitch pulled up on me and pulled out everything she had for me homie
A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right
Still the same nigga from the westside
Where I can say I really done did it where the best died
P ? greet me when I land real gang ties
Ghetto gospel the hood love the ?
Now the bitch was stealing rollies
Trying to bring them to the homies
She was dangerous out roaming
I was on the porch smoking
Eyes partially opened but your dog super focused
Jet life rolling with the dopest on some coast to coast shit
I know woopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over
Dollar signs what it's about on the rotor
I ? these whole hundred thousand Rolex
My dickies show two buttons on the top
I got four switches in my rag top
Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out
Cough up a lung ? is where I'm from I gotta eat every motherfucking crumb
I gotta get what I come for
Look what I done but i know I can do much more
Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score
? break that fucking dashboard
Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters
In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa
I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded
First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California
Upon landing, the bad bitch pulled up on me and pulled out everything she had for me homie
